The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

KC got her keys and the two girls walked over to a shiny new black ‘vette.

“Wow! Nice car, KC!”

“Thank you. One of my ass lovers gave it to me. A guy named Doug.”

“Hey,” Veronica giggled as she sat in the car and pulled the door shut. “My ex’s name is Doug.”

“Well, your ex was a fool for leaving a piece of ass as fine as yours, Ronnie. I’d LOVE to make you my bitch. And sorry for that crack earlier about being a middle-aged woman.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Veronica said, pressing her fist at her crotch and grinding against it. “You really think I’m hot?”

KC started the car. “Baby, you sizzle! You remind me of my Mom, except she doesn’t play with herself in front of me. She was a cheerleader in college and she’s still a looker.”

“Thank you,” Veronica said, reaching into her panties. “Do you mind if I leak on the seat? My pussy’s starting to drool again.”

“Ohgod, woman. Can’t you control yourself?”

“No,” Veronica blushed, her fingers starting to move at the button between her legs. “Please?”

“Oh, go ahead. but you’ll need to lap it clean before you get out of the car.”

One hand working in her crotch, Veronica reached over with the other to cup KC’s boobs. “Couldn’t I just ... make you feel delightful too?”

“Why don’t you lift up my skirt so you can lap pussy and give me a ride to pleasure.”

“Don’t say that,” Veronica began lightly tracing her nails on the other woman’s thighs.

“Don’t say what?”

“’Give you a ride to pleasure’. My ex always used the say that, trying to get me to give him a blowjob while he was driving.”

KC shrugged. “I picked it up from the same guy that gave me this car—Doug.”

But Veronica was lost in fingering her own button. “God ... I can’t believe I’m ... doing the things I’m doing ...,” she moaned dazedly. “I mean ... I’m not a whore, but ... I sure have been one lately ... !” Her head leaned back, eyes closed, head lolling around, Veronica worked herself around the foothills, trying to position to ascend the mountain of climax.

“Baby, we’re coming up on town,” KC said finally several minutes later. “Where do you want me to take you?”

“I wanna ... fuck!”

“I know you do, but tell me where you live.”

“Oh ....” Veronica sat back up. “I just wanna fuck!” She pointed to the left. “South Livingston Street.”

“Hey, Doug always used to take me over there and get me to blow him while he drove up that street.”

A couple minutes later, as they drove up Livingston, Veronica pointed. “412. The green house.”

KC pulled in the driveway, and Veronica spread her legs, sank her middle finger inside herself and looked as enticing as she could. “Fuck me? I am sooooooo horny!”

“You ARE all worked up, aren’t you, girl?”

“Ohgod, YES! Fuck me? Please?”

“You still need to go watch your video tape, don’t you?”

“Hungh?”

“Somebody talked you into going to EZ, didn’t they?”

“That dating service?” Veronica whined. “Yeah. Fuck me? Please?”

“Get used to it, honey. I went a year and a half ago. After getting laid about 500 times, you’ll start—just start, mind you—to be able to think straight after they fuck you. Until then, they’ll turn you on, and you’ll be strung out and horny until you go to sleep watching your video tape.”

“Fuck me?”

“All right. Let’s get your ass in so you can sleep it off.” She got out and went around to help Ronnie out, then up the steps to her front door. “Do you have keys?”

“Yeah, but we need to be really careful to not wake up Sammy.”

“Sammy’s your ....”

“Sammy’s my son. And I’m sooooooo hoooooorny. But we HAVE to be VERY quiet.”

“Sammy’s gonna love this new you ... !”

That thought sobered Veronica up immediately. “Don’t you DARE mess with my boy! You leave him OUT of this! Don’t involve him!”

“I don’t know. If he has any Oedipal tendencies—”

“He DOESN’T! He’s a good boy. And you WILL not corrupt him! If you even try, I will kill you!” She clenched her fists in rage.

Several silent moments passed, then a mirthless smile flashed across KC’s face. “The dripping pussy really lends weight to your words.” Veronica’s eyes flared. “But—I get your message, Ronnie. Just calm down. We’ll be very quiet so we don’t wake Sammy. Where are your keys?”

It took Veronica several seconds to calm herself. “They’re ... they’re in my ... shit! They’re in my purse.”

“And your purse will be in that bag Coach had in the front of his truck.”

“Yeah.” She shook her head. “Could you drive me back? I can’t knock and let Sammy se me dressed like this.”

The young girl smiled. “KC to the rescue. When I grabbed my keys off the Coach’s dashboard, I saw the bag and figured it was your stuff. It’s out in the ‘vette.”

“Oh, KC. Thank you.”

“Guess I’m your hero.” She trotted back to the car and returned carrying a bag. She gave it to Veronica, who dug out her purse, then dug out her keys.

“Now, remember: very quiet,” she said as she inserted the key in the door.

The two women tip-toed back to Veronica’s room. Samuel was asleep on the couch. He had tried to stay awake to make sure his mother got home safely, but had nodded off about 2:00, an hour before the two women arrived.

Veronica was exhausted and horny and knew that she would be filled with shame in the morning for the things she had done tonight.

“Pop your tape in the VCR,” KC told her.

Veronica did as she was told and had soon drifted off to sleep.

Veronica awoke.

Ohgod, what she did last night ... to ... and to ... and with Coach Nesmith, no less!

She pulled her fingers out of her ass, put on a robe and staggered out to the kitchen.

She halted in the doorway when she saw Samuel and KC sitting at the table, drinking coffee. Oh SHIT! “I—you, uhm—she—what are—”

“Hi, Ms Wilson,” KC smiled brightly. “I told Samuel how you let me stay over last night.”

Veronica touched her hand to her cheek. “Stay ... uhm ... over?”

“Yeah. Thanks! I really was a little too tipsy to drive home last night.”

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, you were a little too out of it, weren’t you? He, he.”

“And I was telling him some of the things that Coach Nesmith was doing last night.”

“Things that Coach,”—her voice cracked and she gave a large swallow—“Nesmith was doing?”

“Yeah,” Samuel spoke up, “like how he was doing that crossword and got mad because he couldn’t think of a three-letter word for ‘feline’.”

“Oh, yeah, that. He, he. That Coach Nesmith sure can be a funny guy.”

“Then Sammy and I talked some more. I didn’t realize that he and I both go to the same college. I thought I knew all the cute guys there.”

“Oh, that’s nice. But you should probably be going, shouldn’t you, KC?”

“Nah. My first class isn’t until 11:00 today.”

“Well, Samuel’s is at 8:00. Shouldn’t you be getting ready, Samuel?”

“Yeah ... I guess. It was really good to meet you, KC.”

“Likewise,” she smiled. “We need to go out together sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

“We can talk about that later,” Veronica interrupted. “Right now, you need to go get ready for class.”

“Bye,” he waved to KC, obviously interested.

“Bye now.”

After he left, Veronica turned to KC. “Look ... uhm ... KC, you—”

“He’s mine.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s mine. You may have planted your lips around Coach’s cock first last night, but your boy’s going to choose between you and me, and he’s going to pick me.”

“Are you crazy?! I don’t want you anywhere around my boy! You and your ‘anal milking’ tricks!”

“That’s my point, Ronnie. He’s going to choose me and my anal tricks over you before we’re done.”

“Why, you ... little ....”

“Be seeing you, Ronnie.” KC stood, threw her arms around Ronnie’s neck and pulled her in for a french kiss. “Toodles,” she smiled, releasing her grip.

Good God! Veronica collapsed back into a chair. What was happening in her life?! The things she had done with Al! Then with Coach Nesmith! Now KC was looking to break up her family ....

“She seemed really nice, Mom,” Sammy said, walking back out into the kitchen.

“No! She didn’t! That girl is TROUBLE, Sammy! Nothing but TROUBLE! You stay AWAY from her!”

Samuel was taken aback by his mother’s forcefulness. “Why ... why did you let her stay over, then?”

“I ... she ... look, she’s just TROUBLE. I DON’T want you to SEE her again!”

“Okay,” Sammy frowned. “But what about YOUR dates? You’ve been picking some real winners lately, Mom! Are YOU going to stop going out with men like that?!”

“Yes! I am NOT going to go out with ANY more JERKS!”

“Well, then ... good.” He frowned. He was surprised. “Do you promise?”

“Believe me, Sammy. I promise: no more jerks!”

“Good, then.” He nodded his head. “Good! You’ll be home for dinner tonight? If you are, I’ll cook something for us.”

“I’ll be home,” she promised. “And we’ll start getting back to normal.”

“Okay, then,” he smiled. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Veronica pulled into Elsbeth’s driveway. Elsbeth worked 9 to 6, so Veronica should still be able to catch her.

And it was Elsbeth that had recommended EZ Dating Services to her ....

Veronica’s pussy was wet, her panties soaked. Since she had decided to confront Elsbeth, all she had wanted to do was frig herself. But she needed to focus! She had to find out what was going on.

She strode in her five-inch heels to her best friend’s door and knocked.

Elsbeth answered. “Oh no,” she said, disappointment apparent in her face. “Ronnie ... I am ... SO sorry!”

“What have you done to us, Elsbeth? What have you done to ME?!”

“I—I—”

Veronica looked her friend up and down. She was wearing a sheer black nightie cover and black high heels. Nothing more. “This—" Veronica gestured her hand at her friend’s attire, “—this has to do with EZ Dating Service, doesn’t it, Elsbeth?”

“Ronnie, he said ... he said he’d have me doing dogs if I didn’t make sure you got done ....” She brought her hands up to cover the tears that were starting to appear in her eyes.

“They ... they got to you too, didn’t they, Elsbeth? You’re having the same trouble controlling yourself with the dates they send out, aren’t you?”

“Ronnie, I am SO sorry!”

“What have they DONE to us?! What have they done to our MINDS?! How deep does the control go?!

A man stepped up behind Elsbeth and leisurely reached around front to cup her breast.

Doug.

Veronica’s ex-husband ....

“D-Doug ... wh-what are you doing here?”

He stepped around Elsbeth and stood there in just jockey shorts and a necktie, holding the necktie out to display the now familiar green and red tie pin. “My name is Doug,” he smiled, “And I’ll be your date for the day.”

“Ooooooh, nooooo,” Veronica let out a long dread-filled whisper ....

“Stop groping me!” Veronica slapped Elsbeth’s hands away.

“Sorry,” Elsbeth mumbled. “I just get distracted when I’m on a date.”

“Well, I’M NOT your date!”

Elsbeth swallowed. “You’re still hot ....”

“Stop talking like that!”

“Let’s traipse the pretty little heinies out here,” Doug called from the other room.

Veronica and Elsbeth jiggled out in high heels and lingerie covers.

Veronica cursed. Her pussy was starting to salivate despite herself.

Elsbeth was making googly-eyes and cupping her breasts, posing for Doug while Veronica lingered behind.

“Come, come, Ronnie,” Doug said. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. It’s nothing that I don’t have the right to see again. Any time I goddam well feel like it.”

Veronica stepped forward. She was all mushy down there despite every desire of hers to be strong, to shun this shitheel. But Doug’s cock was swelled out so obviously inside his jockey shorts .... She licked her dry lips.

“What do you want, Ronnie?”

She vowed that she would not say, “Cock!” “I ... uhm ... Doug, I am ... not ... going to ....”

“Ronnie, that outfit makes you look really cute.”

Cute?! Hmmmph! He was just seeking to demean her again. Just like he had always done.

“Elsbeth, try putting her hair up in pigtails.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Doug, you canNOT—”

Ronnie, baby, call me daddy.”

“D—... D—... D—....” She clenched her fists—she couldn’t get the word “Doug” out. “Daddy ... you can’t expect me to wear pigtails!”

Doug ignored her and she harrumphed while Elsbeth put two rubber bands in her hair.

“Okay, you were saying, Ronnie? And with the pose this time.”

Veronica cocked her hip to one side, stuck her finger between her teeth and lightly bit it, posing. “Daddy, you can’t make me wear pigtails,” she whined.

“Can’t I now? Elsbeth, get her ready to go out.”

“But you can’t ...,” Veronica trailed off as her friend took her back to change her.

“I finally just stopped fighting it,” Elsbeth said as she reached around to cup Veronica’s breasts through the thin black silk chemise she had just put on her.

Veronica pulled her friend’s paws off her. “How could you? How could you let them do something like this to you—let them turn you into this!—and then just stop fighting it?!”

Elsbeth shrugged. “I’m happy now. I get horny, I get serviced, I go back to my life for a litle while. Repeat cycle.”

“But you’re a PET! Nothing but a sexual PET to them! How can you possibly just SETTLE for that?!”

“Like I said, I’m happy.” She pulled Veronica’s thong straps up into her buttcrack. Veronica immediately reached behind and pulled them back down. “Time to go show you off to Doug!” Elsbeth enthused.

“I don’t WANT to be shown off to D—D—to D—,” Veronica rolled her eyes and frowned,” to Daddy!”

“That doesn’t matter too much, now does it?” Elsbeth patted Veronica’s butt and guided her to the other room where Veronica’s ex-husband was waiting to inspect her. “HE wants you to show off for him.”

Veronica stood before Doug in black four inch heels, a metallic aqua thong and a very thin, very short black silk chemise.

“Here she is,” Elsbeth beamed.

“Hey, you left her hair in pigtails, Ellie. Good idea!”

Elsbeth glowed with pride.

“Well, you’ve kept your body in good shape since the divorce, Ronnie. That’s going to pay off—I won’t have you doing overtime at the gym.”

Veronica stayed silent. This man had no right to pass any kind of judgement on her whatsoever!

“Well, grab your purse, snookums. We’re going out.”

“D—D—D—" His name still would not come out. “Daddy! There is no WAY I can go out in PUBLIC in THIS outfit!”

“That’s the cutest little stutter you have there, snookums. But, Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie—never say never.”

“Daddy! Get serious!”

He just stared at her, faintly smiling.

“Daddy!” she stamped her foot.

“This way.” He walked to the front door, Ronnie following him. “You can start calling me ‘Doug’ again, by the way.” He stepped out on the porch, but Veronica halted just inside the door.

“Doug!” Wow. She could say his name again now.

He stood there, waiting on her.

“Ooooh!” she raged, grabbed her purse from off the hall table, and stepped out on the porch with him. “I can’t BELIEVE I’m baring myself like this!”

“Hush. You’re cute.”

She pursed her lips. “Cute!”

“See you later,” he called to Elsbeth, who waved sweetly. He held open the car door while Veronica got in, then walked around to the driver’s side. “Now remember, Ronnie,” he said after he got in. He waited until her eyes met his. “No matter how much you beg, I’m not going to have sex with you today.”

“I beg?! No matter how much I beg?! Doug, get real! YOU’RE the one that wants me dressed up like this—like some wet dream or something!”

“I know, Ronnie. You’re already trying to seduce me, and I just want you to know that it’s not going to work today. We are going to remain mature people and not go at it like animals. No matter how desperate you become.”

“Desparate?! That I become?! Doug! In your dreams!!”

“Good. As long as we have that understanding.”

He started the car up and began driving.

“Now, we’re going to see some good friends of mine today. I want you to let them know what a great lover I am.”

Veronica slowly looked over at him sidelong, her brow raised and her mouth pursed. “What? You want me to talk about what a goddam big fucking cock you have?” She cursed mentally. Words like that would never ordinarilly come out of her mouth, but the bastard had to call this a date!

“That’s a good start honey. Also how I make you cum until you pass out.”

“Doug, you used to ejaculate in two minutes and roll over without a single pang of guilt.”

“No, think harder, honey. Remember? I used to make you cum, screaming, until you passed out. I had to keep telling you to scream more quietly so that we wouldn’t wake up little Samuel.”

“No ... I ... I don’t remember that.”

“Think. Think, honey. You used to greet me at the door wearing the tiniest lingerie, having masturbated for hours just thinking about me getting home and servicing you.”

“Nooo ... I ... don’t ...”

“You used to call me at 9:00 in the morning and beg me to come home and make you ‘gasm until you passed out.”

“Doug! You bastard! It never happened like that!” She chewed nervously on a nail. “Did ... did it?”

“You just keep trying to remember, hon.”

Veronica rode for a while staring out the window. She kept trying—reaching back into her memories and recollections—trying to remember that it did NOT happen that way. But ... she wasn’t so sure, now.

But it COULDN’T have happened that way!

Could it have?

She shook her head. It was getting hard to tell the ghosts from reality.

She looked over at Doug. Her ex-husband WAS in fine looking shape. That much at least she could tell was reality.

He turned to meet her eyes as he braked. And smirked. She flicked her eyes away from him. Bastard! He’d seen that she was starting to get hot looking at him.

“We’re here, darling.”

“Doug, I still can’t go in public dressed like this.”

“It’s okay, darling. Your outfit makes a statement. It says that you’d do ANYTHING to please your incredibly sexy ex-husband. Anything. And that you’re pretty enough and sexy enough and good enough for me to show interest in you.”

“You’re ... interested ... in ... !” Her pussy flared, but she suppressed it. “I mean, no! I look ridiculous! I can’t do this!”

Veronica recognized the house: it belonged to Frederick Haltilton, a well-to-do lawyer in this area of the state. Veronica had occassionally babysat his daughter, Susan, while Samuel was growing up. She had finally gotten the impression, though, that Haltilton was just using that as an excuse to flirt with her. She had been repulsed, but Doug, who was climbing the ladder at the legal firm, was—unbelievably!—okay with that! Let him flirt, Doug had said, just don’t actually DO anything with him. Veronica had stooped to permitting that for exactly two more babysitting sessions, then just couldn’t live with it anymore. She never babysat Susan again.

Doug led Veronica, who was very uncomfortable in her attire, up to the front door and rang the bell. A few moments later, Frederick answered the door himself, wearing a silk robe and carrying a brandy sniffer like some Hugh Hefner wannabe. “Doug!” he grinned.

“Freddy!” The two men extended hands and shook.

“I see you brought our little Ronnie along,” Frederick grinned, looking her up and down. “Mmmm, nice outfit, sweetie. Maybe I oughtta get you to babysit ME.”

Veronica’s entire body blushed dark red as she stood there, rigid with embarassment. “Doug was the absolute best I ever had!” she found herself blurting, then clapped her hand over her lips.

“Well, I’m sure he was,” Frederick said, raising his glass in salute to the other man. “But, then, you’ve never had me.” He smiled, “At least, not yet.” He welcomed them inside, asked Doug what he would like to drink and fixed him a martini, then led them out by the pool.

They sat at the table and the two men began chatting while Veronica clawed at the hows: how had she let her ex-husband start telling her what to do? How had she come to be in this outfit—practically a sex-costume—sitting here on display by the pool while the two businessmen talked? How had she let this dating service ... control ... her life like it was?!

And how could she put a halt to all this?!

A young golden-blonde woman came walking out of the house then, wearing a knee-length off-white expensive skirt and matching jacket with a black silk blouse underneath. She wore her hair loose to her shoulders and was carrying a black briefcase.

“Daddy,” she smiled to Haltilton. He stood and they lightly embraced, kissing the air to the side of each other’s heads. “I’ve taken the rest of the afternoon off,” she smiled, setting her briefcase to the ground.

“Wonderful! Susan, do you remember the Howards? Veronica here used to babysit you when you were eight or nine.”

The blonde smiled. “Mrs Howard! Yes, of course I remember. How are you?” She extended her hand.

Veronica took her hand and squeezed, then let go. “I’m doing fine, Susan. But it’s Ms Wilson now. I went back to my maiden name after the divorce. And how are you?”

“I’m wonderful. I passed the bar and now I’m practicing at Daddy’s firm.” She pulled out a chair and sat. “My fiancee is also a lawyer, with a practice in Michigan. We met at the university,” she chuckled, “studying for exams in the same study group. He never got over the fact that I could out-argue him four times out of five.”

“Well, Susan, you have just done very well for yourself!”

“Thank you, Ms Wilson.”

Haltilton paused his conversation with David to interrupt. “It’s pretty warm out here, Susan. Why don’t you take off that jacket before you do something unladylike and actually perspire.”

“Daddy!” she smiled and flicked her hand at him, then stood, removed her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair before sitting again. “I like your swimsuit, Ms Wilson, although I don’t know if I would have the courage to wear anything that brief,” she smiled.

Veronica was reminded again of how differently she was dressed from the other three and did another full-body blush. “He, he.” Then she found herself blurting again, “Doug was the absolute BEST I EVER had! Sexually, he just SATISFIES a woman EVERY time!” Confirming nod.

Good GOD, how could she say something like that?!

Susan frowned and gave an uncomfortable chuckle. “I’m sure that he was wonderful for you, Ms Wilson.” She leaned away from her former babysitter. “Daddy, I’m going to go freshen up.” She stood and took her jacket off the chair and lifted her briefcase. “Is it okay if I hang this in the closet so it doesn’t get wrinkled?”

“Of course, honey.” He held his empty sniffer toward her. “Could I possibly trouble you to refill me?”

“Sure, Daddy.” She took the glass and headed into the house.

Damn, Veronica cursed. With that embarassing little scene, she was starting to get wet again. She wriggled in her seat. What had possessed her to blurt that out?!

A few minutes later, Susan walked back out, leading another couple.

Oh, shit!

The man was Jonathan Engel, Veronica’s supervisor at work! And the woman with him wearing the overcoat was no less than Gloria Binhauzer, Engel’s boss. And they were going to see her dressed like this. She vowed to keep a leash on her runaway mouth.

“Look who I found knocking on the door,” Susan smiled, then handed her father his sniffer, refilled with brandy and took a seat across the table from Veronica instead of adjacent to her this time.

“Veronica,” Engel smiled. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Veronica could have died. In the middle of another crimsonization, she smiled and gave a small wave. “Hi, Mr Engel. Hi, Ms Binhauzer.” She pointed toward her ex. “This is Doug, a stallion in the bedroom, with an erection that will make a woman come just THINKING about it!” She fanned herself with her hand.

Oh ... GOD! She needed to sew her lips shut!

After an uncomfortable pause, Haltilton stood and offered his hand to shake. “Jonny, how are you doing? How’s your father?”

“I’m doing great, sir, and so is he. How about yourself?”

“Just fine, just fine. And you’ve brought this attractive young lady with you.”

“This is my boss, Gloria Binhauzer.” Gloria was 42 years old with red hair, very pretty eyes and arched eyebrows.

“Glad to meet you, Gloria.”

“Likewise,” she said stiffly. “Though I understand that you are a lawyer.”

“At your service, ma’am.”

“You should know up front that I do not have a very good opinion of lawyers.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Which of us bit you? I might recognize the teeth marks.”

“Colby and Blum represented my ex-husband during our divorce. They sought support payments for HIM while my own lawyers just bled me dry and were practically useless.”

“Colby is ruthless,” Haltilton nodded his head sagely.

“So my sentiments about lawyers run along the lines of that joke: what do you call a thousand lawyers drowned at the bottom of the sea?”

“A good start!” Susan smiled brightly and stood, extending her hand. “Susan Haltilton, also a bar member. And I think that a sense of humor is one of the first things a lawyer needs. We’re sharks and people call us on it. Simple as that. The newsletter that we ran at the university had a ‘best of lawyer jokes’ section every week. And we NEVER ran out of jokes.”

Gloria clasped her extended hand a moment and nodded.

“Y’know, though,” Frederick raised his glass and shook it, “I think we ought to try harder here. It’s easy to hate a lawyer.” He shrugged, “Easy to hate mimes, too. I think we should pick somebody that’s hard to hate and then hate them. Origamists, now, are pretty innocuous, folding their little strips of paper. I think we should try hating origamists.”

“Didn’t the mormons use to be origamists, Daddy?”

“You’re thinking of polygamists, honey.”

Susan smiled. “I’m just teasing you about your new word, Daddy. There’s no such word as ‘origamist’, is there?”

“I think we’d better slow down our fun-making, Suzy. Ms Gloria there seems to be getting a little red in the face.” He looked at his daughter. “Maybe it’s time to begin, honey.”

“Sure, Daddy,” she smiled and pulled two rubber bands off her wrist and used them to tie her hair up in pigtails. She hiked her skirt halfway up, then reached up under it to pull down a wet, teal-colored thong, which she held out over the center of the table and let drop on the fruit bowl there. “I’M ready to PLAY!”

What the—Veronica frowned: Susan was acting almost like KC ....

“Do NOT grope my BUTT,” Gloria barked, turning to glare at Engel.

He looked at the other two men. “More tiger than pussycat,” he grinned. “Just recently caged.” He turned to his employer. “Your turn, snookums.”

“I don’t—I don’t WANNA show my boobies,” Ms Binhauzer pouted her lip. “They’re not SUPPOSED to be looking at my tits!”

“C’mooooooon ... who’s the bimbo?”

“I don’t WANNA be the bimbo!” Gloria grumped as she unbelted her coat. She looked at Engel to see if he might be persuaded to change his mind.

“Boobs ... boobs ... boobs ...,” the young female lawyer started tapping her fist on the table.

Then Gloria Binhauzer, CEO of the company that she founded and worked hard to expand in the ten years since her divorce ... parted her coat. Underneath were nothing more than a garterbelt, hose and high heels. Her full boobs belied the crack intelligence it took for a woman to found a company and expand it to profit in a man’s world; her glistening thighs belied the cool, calculating image she had sought to portray to the world and even to herself; her red bush confirmed her natural hair color. A ruddy shade spread from her bosom up her neck to her face and down to her belly.

She shrugged off her coat and glared, naked, at her subordinate. “I despise what you’re doing to me, Jonathan and if it’s the last thing I do, I will see to it that you pay through the nose for this!”

“You know, I videotaped you begging for my cock after you made that same vow last time. Assume the pose.”

Gloria clasped her hands behind her head and spread her legs to a wide stance for easy access.

“Nice, Jonny,” Haltilton said. “You left the bush on this one.”

“Yeah,” Engel said, “I figured people would keep asking if she was a natural redhead and with no bush, she wouldn’t be able to prove it.”

“It’s nice. I like it,” Doug pronounced.

“And what about my sexy little employee?” Engel leered at Veronica. “YOU got a bush, Ronnie?”

“You people are just ... sick!” Veronica stood. “You have Ms Binhauzer, a woman everone should admire for her accomplishments, a model for women everywhere ... you have her posing here, spread naked, lust leaking out her cunt, for your perverted enjoyment!”

Haltilton looked over at Doug. “Yeah, I think that about sums it up.”

“What is it you want, Ronnie?”

No! Veronica had a glimmer of what would come out of her mouth and whe WOULD NOT say that!

The others were looking at her.

“I ... I ....” She managed to keep her mouth shut through two breaths. “I got ... I got ... I got hooooooles that gotta be FILLED!” Shit!

But she found herself biting her lip as she pulled her chemise up to expose boob.

“Oh! Doug! I gotta DO her!” Engel looked to her ex. “She’s been traipsing her ass around in front of me, teasing my prick every chance she got.”

“I have NOT!” Veronica protested.

“Sure,” Doug shrugged. “Knock yourself out, knock her-self up.”

Then Veronica’s boss came at her, hands at boob level, and she found herself ... giggling, of all things!

Haltilton strolled over to Gloria and started squeezing tit while she held her pose.

“G’head,” she growled. “Get it while you can. I am remembering every face here, and I vow that I will cut everyone of you down!”

“Hey, Jonny,” Haltilton called. “I’m not really in the mood for tiger today. Mind if I dumb her down?”

Engel had Veronica in an embrace, simultaneously groping boob and ass. Veronica detested the fact that she was giggling and cupping his groin back. “Sure,” he answered, “Sometimes I gotta hobble her too.”

Doug sat at the table and Suzie came over to sit in his lap. “You never porked me when I was younger, Mr Howard.”

His hand came up to fondle her braless boob through her silk shirt. “No, and I never would do anything like that. I’m no child molester.”

“But I’m old enough now ...,” she giggled.

“Yes, you are,” he reached under her skirt.

Gloria writhed, delighted, as Haltilton’s hands roamed over her body, fondling, squeezing, pinching. She got his robe off and her mouth found it’s way to his cock, which she took in and began sucking the best she knew how. Which was pretty darn good.

Veronica found herself bent over a table as her boss entered her from behind. “Oh, fuck me, baby!” she heard herself squeal. “I’ve ALWAYS wanted you! DO me! DO my PUSSY!”

Suzy got Doug’s pants off, then sat in his lap again, her skirt covering the naughty business they were doing underneath. She sighed as she rode him and watched that redhead tightass on her hands and knees, mewling while Daddy did her from behind, and ol’ Mrs Howard flailing around, screaming in ecstasy while Mr Engel porked her.

After the first exchange of reproductive artillery was complete, the six sat naked around the table to catch their breath. Veronica could not believe how these people were acting any more than she could believe that she had just spread for her boss.

Little Suzie Haltilton, the girl that cried when she could not have ice cream for dessert, now grown up to be a female professional, a lawyer—she sat across the table, topless, sporting the tits of a full-grown woman. She was leaned back against Doug’s chest while he lazily fondled and groped the tits of the easy lawyer.

“Fuck?” Gloria Binhauzer asked, pulling and squeezing on her own boobs. She wasn’t acting right—these men had done something to her. Something even worse than what they did to Veronica herself. They had talked about “dumbing her down” ....

“In just a few,” Haltilton answered Gloria. “Need a small breather.”

Gloria shook her head, not understanding. Then she reached for the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and retrieved a banana, hooked one leg over the arm of her chair and inserted the fruit between her legs.

Veronica watched the woman’s back arch and shivers ripple through her body. “Oh, FUCK!” the redhead cried, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”

“This isn’t right,” Veronica muttered. “This isn’t right at all.” The three men were looking at her and she leaned forward. “You may be able to act out your perversions with us and we may not be able to resist you—it may not even LOOK like we’re TRYING to resist you, but that doesn’t make it any less involuntary. Doug, you have no right to use me this way. I am perfectly happy with my life as it is, without ever cocking my ass up in the air and begging you for your pecker. Mr Engel, you’ve taken a role model and dirtied her! Defiled her! Does that make you feel BIG?!”

Gloria’s gasps as she came again were right on cue for Veronica’s point.

“And YOU, Mr Haltilton. Are you PROUD of yourself?! You’ve finally gotten to see me naked and begging with squeals while another man PORKED me! Happy?! And your own DAUGHTER, you sick pig! How COULD you?!”

Haltilton shrugged. “Hey, she was over twenty-one when I had her done.”

“And I’m happy now,” Suzie spoke up. “I get more pleasure now in a month than I would have in a lifetime the way that I was.”

“What about your fiancee? Does he know you’ve been ‘fixed’?”

Suzie grinned. “Daddy’s broken me in. And Wilston will get a lot hotter sex than he would ever have otherwise.”

“Don’t tell me you LIKE being this way! Do YOU want to be like Gloria?”

They all looked at the redhead, her eyes rolled back in her head as she self-pleasured with over-ripe fruit while waiting for another man to just DO her again.

“She looks happy,” Suzie nodded. “I could think of worse fates.”

“And how do you know that little thought itself isn’t planted in your head? To make you THINK you like being a whore?!”

“Dumb her down?” Engel asked. Doug nodded, and Engel whispered something in Veronica’s ear.

Wow ....

God, her pussy wanted to fuck!

“Blah blah blah blah (That’s a precious look),” Doug said.

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (At least it stopped her incessant noise),” Haltilton replied.

“Blah blah,” Engel added, and everyone started chuckling.

They were all smiling at her. “Fuck?” she asked hopefully. Another round of laughter.

“Blaaaaaahhhhhhhh,” Gloria moaned, her back arching again. Wow. Veronica wanted to be as happy as that woman looked!

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah COCK, blah blah blah-blah blah? (Do you want to look at my cock, you little self-righteous tightass?)”

Veronica understood THAT word. She leaned forward, interested, and nodded.

Engel stood and waved his burgeoning erection at her. “Blah SUCK blah? (Wanna suck it?)”

Veronica leaned toward it, but Engel pulled his toy back. Veronica looked up at him, perplexed. Why wouldn’t he let her play with it?

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah SLUT blah blah Veronica? Blah blah blah WHORE, LEAKING JUICES blah blah CUNT blah blah blah PUDDLE blah blah blah. (Why, she’s nothing but a litte slut, aren’t you, Veronica? A desperate little whore, leaking juices out her cunt and making a puddle in her chair.)”

Veronica only caught part of that, but it sounded good. She nodded, an interested look on her face.

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah? Blah blah blah blah blah TALKING WITH YOUR PUSSY blah? (What about all your lofty ideals now, hmm? Or are you just talking with your pussy now?)” Suzie asked her.

Veronica looked at her pussy. Yeah, it really needed to get laid. It sort of WAS doing her talking for her now. She looked back up at Suzie hopefully. “Fuck?”

“Blah blah blah blah BITCH-blah blah blah blah PUSSY-blah MUSH-MINDED WHORE blah blah, Veronica? (Just a big arrogant bitch-speaking mask hiding a pussy-controlled mush-minded whore, aren’t you, Veronica?)” Suzie asked her.

Veronica smiled. “Mush-minded whore?”

“Blah DO HER (I’ll do her),” Engel stood, “blah blah DIDDLES blah SENSELESS. (before she diddles herself senselsss)”

Engel seemed to be stepping toward her. She reached out and grabbed his cock. Ohgod, yes! She stroked it! Stroke ... stroke! He was smiling at her! “Fuck?!”

But he was blahing to the others. She didn’t care. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and began sliding along its length. Oh, yes!

Engel pulled her face off his prick. But ....

He was holding a jar of—of—... she used to know what it was called, but she couldn’t remember now.

“LUBE blah blah PRICK blah blah IDIOT. (Lube up my prick, you little idiot.)”

“Blah blah DO blah a-n-a-l-l-y? (You gonna do her anally?)” the blonde lawyer giggled.

Veronica almost caught that last word ... but not quite. “Ann? Ann-lee?” she tried to sound it out to see if it made any more sense the second time through her empty head.

“Blah blah DO blah BUTT, Mrs Howard (He’s gonna do your butt, Mrs Howard),” the blonde leaned forward to laugh at her.

Veronica’s brow furrowed. None of this was making any sense. “Fuck?” she tried again.

“Yes! Fuckee butt-ee, you moron!” the blonde cackled.

Fuck butt! Yes! THAT made sense! And that was why he was holding the jar of vaseline—she remembered the word now!—out to her. She was gonna get her ass reamed! It made sense! She scooped out three fingers of vaseline and started to reach behind to grease up her sphincter, but Engel grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahs blah blah blah-blah (No, you grease ME up BEFORE you stick your fingers up your sewer-side),” Engel told her.

“Blah blah blah blah blah, blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (It don’t make any difference, Jonny. You’ll be snaking up that ‘sewer-side’ yourself in just a minute.),” Haltilton told Engel.

“Blah ... blah blah blah blah blah blah TOUCHING blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ... (Well ... it’s just the thought o her touching me with fingers that have been someplace ....),” Engel replied.

Oh, no! Veronica had thought she understood, but ... she looked from one man to the other. What were they saying? Her mind just ccouldn’t get what they were saying! “Fuck?!” she whined.

“Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah DESIRE blah blah SCREW (You’re confusing her. She’s just a simple creature now. Her only desire is to screw.),” Haltilton said.

Veronica nodded and pointed at him. ‘Screw! Fuck!”

Engel let go of her wrist.

Did that ... mean it was okay to grease up her butt? She looked at him, trying hard to read his face.

“Blah (G’head),” he nodded.

He was moving his hand at her, but he was smiling. This was so hard! She moved her hand a few inches toward her ass and he didn’t move to stop her, so she swiped her greasy fingers up her crack, then ... around her back hole, then ... “uuuungh!” ... up her butt, then ... out, then ... in, then ... out, then ... in, then ... “uuuungh!” ....

“Crazy bitch,” Engel said as her pulled her hand back from her ass.

Oh, nooooo. He might think that she was a dirty pathetic whore, but DONT keep her from diddling her own ass! Please!

“Blah ... HAND AND KNEES (C’mon ... hands and knees).”

She understood THAT! Was he going to—?! She dropped to doggie-style—yes! Doggie-style!—and stuck her ass high in the air. “Fuuuuuck!” she pleaded.

She nearly passed out when he shoved up inside her! She realized her fingers were clawing at the ground and her mouth was moaning—pathetic, desperate, ecstatic. “Fuuuuuuck me!”

Veronica was enormously grateful for the couple minutes of humping Engel gave her before firing. But then ... there was still this NEED ....

“Fuck? she pleaded from all fours, her hair hanging in her face.

“Dumb-dumb!” the blonde attorney sneered.

“Don’t get too cocky, snookums, or I’ll dumb you down too.”

“I don’t mind being dumb,” Suzie had changed to her father’s lap and nuzzled his neck, “’cause Daddy always does me right.”

“In that case, bent forks and—”

“Daddy!” Suzie shrieked and jumped off his lap. “You promised that you would leave me—”

“I thought you didn’t mind being dumb, snookums.”

“Daddy, it’s NOT fun ... you just NEED so bad!”

“And you’ve worked so hard to be able to out-argue any man.”

“Yes, Daddy, and I don’t deserve—I mean, they’re just whores, but I’m a good girl, and—”

“Bent forks and—”

“Daddy! No! Don’t!” She covered her ears with her hands.

“—mowed oventops.”

Wow ....

Her pussy was always SO hard to argue with when she’d been dumbed. She sank to all fours and crawled to Daddy’s crotch. He always let her suck him when—

But he was pushing her away?!

Daddy and Mr Engel pushed her around until she was kneeling in front of that babysitter. Oh, well, a tongue is a tongue, and you can suck on a woman’s just as well as a man’s. She leaned forward and began frenching the woman that used to babysit her.

Mmmmm ... Mrs H was kissing back! This was kind of nice!

What?

Oh, yeah! Daddy was positioning his rod to plug her from behind.

The dumbed-down women mewled around as every hole got pumped at some point during the next two hours. They would remember the period as a confused, simple, pleasurable blur of cock-craving, pussy-begging needing.

When the men were starting to fatigue from their activities, Doug said something to Veronica.

She blinked, then looked down at him. He was laying on a mat beside his pool, his hands clasped behind his head, grinning, naked.

She realized that she was naked, straddling his pelvis, riding his cock. “You bastard!” she lightly slapped his chest and settled back on her haunches to fully impale herself. “How could you DO this to me?!”

“Oh, aren’t you enjoying yourself, sweetie?”

“Doug! You KNOW I’m not!”

“Would you like me to play with your asshole?”

“Certainly not. It’s hard enough thinking clearly enough to speak, what with your cock jammed up my pussy and all. If you play with my ass, I won’t get anything done except moan and beg.”

“And we CAN’T have any more of that, now, can we?”

“Doug,” she sighed, “stop it. I’m trying to reprimand you here.”

“Shouldn’t you climb off my pecker before you do that?”

“Your pecker is just fine right where it’s at. And you’ve been terribly, TERRIBLY bad! You’re my vindictive pig of an ex-husband. Why, normally, I wouldn’t even give you ha hand-job, you bastard, let alone beg you to stuff my cunt with your—" She rocked forward, then back to slowly piston his cock once and gave a trembly sigh. “Oh, where was I?” she refocussed.

“You should get off me now.”

“No,” she rubbed her hands over his chest, “I’m not THAT mad. And we ought to finish what we’ve begun.”

“I don’t CARE if you’re mad. But you remember this morning I said no matter how much you begged?”

“Oh, silly. You didn’t mean that.” She wriggled her hips, hoping to derail his train of thought.

“Yes ... I did.”

“C’mon, Doug. There’s a law or something—once you penetrate a woman, you have to finish her. Or it’s ... negative rape or something. C’mon, Doug. I’m horny; I need to cum.”

“Hop off.”

“Doug! You can’t DO this! Finish me!” She ran her hand over his chest. “Please, baby?”

“Off. Now.”

“Shitheel!” she griped as she stood off him and slipped her high heels back on. “I oughtta never suck you again.”

Doug stood and wagged his erection. “Wanna taste?”

Veronica chewed on her lip a moment, torn, for a moment before breaking. “Yeeeeaaaahh.”

“Well, I said I wouldn’t fuck you today, no matter how much you beg.”

“Goddam you,” she stamped her foot.

“You have all the willpower of smoke in the breeze,” he chuckled. “Tell you what, honey. I will let you play with yourself.”

“Geee, thanks. But I want cock.” Still ... she sat on one of the patio chairs, hooked a leg over the arm and proceeded to embed her fingers.

After a couple minutes, she opened her eyes to see her ex watching her, smiling. “Doug?”

“Yes, honey-hole?”

“Why aren’t I angrier than this?”

“I don’t know—you seemed pretty angry a couple minutes ago.”

“No ... that was miffed that you ... that you won’t give me your cock to get off on. Irked. Like when you do something to irritate me. But this,” she gestured with her free hand toward her frigging hand, “This. In front of you. I should be enraged, furious—I mean ready-to-kill-you furious—that you would turn me into some performing sex doll for you like this. To USE me like this. I should be mad enough to castrate you with my own teeth if I had to. But ... I just feel ... irked. That you won’t finish fucking me. Not that you’ve turned me into a whore.”

Doug smiled and shook his head. “I still have to admire your mind, Ronnie. None of the other whores have ever asked that—or even realized it, I think. But you ....”

“What have you done to me, Doug?” she asked, her hand still busy at her crotch.

“You’re running around permanently ‘relaxed’ now, honey. Although you only get wild when you’re on a date.”

“So I’ll ... be like this forever?”

“Pretty much.”

Veronica shrugged. “There are worse fates than getting off every few minutes, I guess.”

“Although ...,” he leaned toward her and whispered something.

Something that ....

Veronica gasped.

“OhGOD!” she shrieked, knocking over her chair as she sprang out of it, yanking her fingers from her cunt and covering her pussy with one hand, her boobs with her other forearm.

“Doug! You MONSTER!” She staggered back. “How could you DO this?! You’ve ... you’ve RAPED me ... OVER and OVER!”

“Upset snookums?”

“You MONSTER! Worse than the RAPE ... you have ... you have MOLESTED my MIND! GOD!” Gritting her teeth, she looked around for something to use as a weapon. She grabbed the bowl from the middle of the table, dumping the fruit out of it, then looked back at her ex-husband, murder in her eyes.

He said something ....

... and Veronica found herself giggling. “Ohgod, getting that mad got me SO hot! Look, I’m even juicy again. Oh, fuck me, Doug.”

“Remember what I said this mor—”

“Bastard!”

“Use some fruit,” he said smugly.

“Selfish bastard,” she smiled, reaching for a banana on the ground. She sat and hooked each leg over a chair arm to open herself wide, then sank the fruit into herself.

Veronica was bent over the bathroom counter, grunting and squealing as Doug finally deigned to ream her. Doug had brought her home, insisted she shower and watched smugly as she stripped naked and stepped into the tub. He had stepped in with her and, in such close quarters, she had been able to turn him on enough to DO her. They had killed the water and spilled out to the rest of the bathroom, where she ... (ungh) ... was now ... (ungh) ... getting her pussy ... (ungh) gloriously reamed ... (ungh) ... !

“Ohgod ... ungh ... Doug, you ... ungh ... were always ... ungh ... the best I ... ungh ... ever had ....

“I know.” He bent her further over and slowed the pumping so he could finger her asshole.

“Oh, yeeesssssss ...,” she sighed at the sensations. “Doug, when you had me as your wife, I used to frig myself frantically waiting for you to get home to SERVICE me ... I stuck fruits and vegetables up my pussy while you were at work and pretended they were your enormous dick ....”

“Did you, now?” Doug smiled.

“Yeah, baby! And later I would eat them and be reminded that I had done such dirty things over you ....”

They heard the sound of the front door being unlocked then, and Veronica, still impaled, squealed and pushed the bathroom door shut and locked it.

“Hey, Mom!” Samuel called.

“Doug!” she hissed. “He can NOT find you here!” Doug replied by pumping his hips twice.

Veronica choked off her sigh and turned around as best she could. “Doug! Seriously! We have to get you out of here!”

“Mom?”

“I’m in the bathroom, honey,” she called through the door. “I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go get dinner started?”

“That’s right! You’re staying home tonight! What would you like to eat?”

“You decide, sweetie.”

She waited and listened to see whether she could tell if he had gone into the kitchen. Doug, meanwhile, grunted and fired his load into her and she had to bite down on her knuckles to kep from screaming out loud. Then he pulled out, knelt down and began manipulating her twat with his fingers.

“Oh, Doug, that feels good, but we HAVE to get you out of here ....”

She managed to get her ex-husband’s fingers away from her crotch, pulled on the skirt and blouse she had worn to Elsbeth’s this morning sans underwear while Doug dressed, then cracked the door open and peeked to see if Sammy was gone.

No sign of him.

“C’mon!” she whispered and yanked Doug along by his wrist.

“Mom?” Veronica heard Sammy as he was stepping to the kitchen door, and her right arm shoved Doug backward, to tumble over the back of the couch.

“Yes, sweetie?” she smiled, clasping her hands behind her back.

Sammy stood in the kitchen doorway. “How about lemon-pepper steaks? To celebrate?”

“That sounds wonderful, honey.” Smile.

He smiled back. “Good. I’m glad things are getting back to normal.” He headed back into the kitchen, beaming with happiness. When he was out of sight, Veronica scurried behind the couch. “Sorry about that, but Sammy can’t find you here, Doug.”

“So I gathered,” he complained as he stood.

“Come!” She whispered as she yanked him along by his hand to the front door. “You’re a bastard. But GOD I came! And came and came.” She gave him a quick kiss with tongue, then opened the door and pushed him out.

“Did I hear you open the front door?” Sammy asked as she stepped into the kitchen.

“I was just checking that there weren’t any UPS packages there. How are—" She felt something move slightly at her crotch, then there was a metallic ringing sound as something hit the tile floor and bounced a couple times.

“What’s that?” Samuel asked as he stepped over to it to pick it up.

Veronica recognized it as he did so.

Samuel frowned. “This ... is dad’s college ring, isn’t it? What’s it doing here?” He looked to Veronica.

“I, uh ....” She scratched the back of her neck.

“HE hasn’t been back here, has he?” Anger started to cloud her son’s features.

“No. Of course, not.”

“And it’s ... disgusting. There’s some type of lotion or cream on it or something!”

Churning quickly, her mind came up with something it hoped was plausible. “Okay, you caught me,” she scratched her neck again and chuckled nervously. “You know that Elsbeth is into that wicca stuff.”

“Witchcraft?”

“And she had a spell to keep unwanted people away, but you need a personal item to use in it and your father left that ring behind when he left.” Actually, he had stuffed it inside her hole just now so it would slip out and embarass her exactly like this—that was the way Doug did things, and that was why he had been fingering her down there after he came.

“But what’s this stuff on it?”

“Oh, just Elsbeth’s concoction. Evaporated milk, floor lint—disgusting things to help power the spell to keep your father out of our lives. Which is why you should give that to me and wash your hands immediately, young man.”

Samuel surrendered the ring and washed. While Sammy’s back was to her, Veronica quickly licked the jism juices off the ring and stuck it in her tiny skirt pocket.

“That’s still a pretty racy outfit, Mom.” Samuel said, turning around again. “I hope you didn’t wear that out in public.”

“Uh ... no, just for you, sweetie. I bought this the other day and you’re right—I shouldn’t wear these out. But I didn’t want the money to have been wasted, so I figured I would just wear it around you.” Geez, that was lame. But it was the best she could do on the spur of the moment after a day of mind-blowing sex.

Samuel frowned a moment. “Well, I guess that’s okay. At least I shouldn’t have any lewd thoughts about you.”

She scratched her neck again. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. But I should probably go change out of it anyway.”

“Yeah,” Sammy nodded. “That would be for the best. You go put on something more appropriate and I’ll start the steaks.”